Rico’s POVThe road was dark and empty, exactly how I preferred it. I took another sip of wine directly from the bottle, not bothering with the pretense of a glass. No one was watching. No one to judge.The hotel appeared after another twenty minutes of driving. It wasn't much to look at from the outside—deliberately so. Faded paint, a flickering neon sign, the kind of place people passed without a second glance.Perfect for meetings that needed to stay hidden.I parked around the back and entered through the service entrance. The manager knew me by now, knew to keep his mouth shut and his eyes down when I came through.Room 204. Second floor, end of the corridor.I knocked twice, paused, then knocked once more. The signal we'd agreed on.The door opened immediately. Marco, one of the older family members, stood there with a grim expression."You're late.""Traffic." I pushed past him into the room.Five men sat around a cheap table, all of them wearing the same tense expression. Thes
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